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Here is the seventh chapter.

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The next time I woke up, my face was pushed into Anastasia's stomach, who herself was sleeping while sitting. I turn my head and look at the clock on the bedside table its 5am, there is a lot of time before I need to get up, breakfast begins at 7am.
After a while of aimlessly trying to find sleep and staring at the celling, I try to move without disturbing Anastasia. But I wake her up when I hit my head on the headboard.

"Slept Well?" She asks.

"Yeah, sorry you had to sleep like that." I say flopping back onto the bed.

She lies down beside me, "What are friends for?"

"I had dreams after so long." I say softly after some silence follows.

"A way to fight dreams is hearing music at night." She says

"Will the phone work here?" I ask. A week after meeting all of us, she along with Leo made us some phones that don't attract monsters.

"Yes, Kelpy." she turns towards me, with a grin.

"Not you to." I pout.

"You are such a cute fish." She says and I make a face at her. At which she simply laughs.

"That is so sad, Ana." I tease her. She hates being called Ana. In a second, I find myself pinned under her body.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." She threatens. I nod, what? I had to do that her left hand held my hands while right was wrapped around my throat. You don't mess with her, if you are under her.

She gets off me and lies down back, "I hope you remember what you are wearing?"

"Yep." I say popping the 'p'. "How can I forget that I need to wear that blasted pant and white shirt. I mean who wears white?" I whine.

She simply laughs, "You sound like a five- year- old."

"Oh really, I thought that you thought that I was three- year- old." I ask.
Again, I hear her angelic laugh. Wait Angelic? Where did that come from. UGH!

"You in there Mr. I-am-the-two-times-savior-of-Olympus-but-can't-accept-it-cause-I-am-to-humble-and-modest." She asks waving her hand in front of my eyes.

"Yeah... Yeah, I was just thinking." I reply blushing a little.

"Thinking. The Percy Jackson was Thinking." She says. "Oh Good Lords. What has the world come too." She says the last part in a fake British accent. At which I couldn't help but laugh.

She is the only one that can genuinely make me laugh, make me feel like the same as person I was before she destroyed me. I laugh with my other friends to but I don't feel the same as I used, they say time heals the wounds, well I need to put that theory to questioning.

From the first open talked we both had, I solely relied on her to understand me and the nicest thing is that she did. She listened to me, talked to me, shared experiences with me. In all she took care of me and made me feel better. I will always be in her debt.

Her voice breaks me from my thoughts, "I will go get ready its 5:30, maybe you can learn some spells more." I turn towards her to find her getting up and removing crinkles from her outfit.

"Oh... cool." I tell her.

She smiles at me, "Go get ready."

"Fine." I say pouting.

-- time skip--

When I reach downstairs, Thalia and Nico are sitting on the dining table. (A/N Link to dinning room in chat.)

"Hey" I say.

"Good morning." Nico returns.

"Morning." Thalia replies. "Where is Anastasia?" I shrug, along with Nico.

"Great you guys are here." a voice says from the top of the staircase. "Come on up."

Nico groans but walks up to her. She can get quite angry if you don't follow her. She takes us to a door; I hadn't seen yesterday. When I enter, I groan, I feel that gate was much better when closed. As it was a library. And boy it was huge. (A/N Link in chat.)

"Don't groan. Mostly are in Greek or Latin." Anastasia says when Nico and Thalia groan behind me.

"I feel so better." I say, my 'Perssasy' showing.

"Glad to know." she fires back, before settling on the sofa. Thalia follows her and slides in the chair beside her. I slouch down on the couch and Anastasia glares at me. I see Nico laughing under his hand, as he sits down beside me oh so graciously.

I try to ignore Anastasia's glare but I can't do that, so I sit up straighter "like a royal." On times like these I hate her, she stops glaring at me and picks a paper from the side table.

"Look at this." She shows us the paper, a strange mark is on it. There is a snake that forms a '8' the head of the snake, going downwards. The mouth open and two sharp of his teeth visible. On the other end a skull is present. Quite strange thing if you ask me.

"It's the Dark Mark." she says before placing it on the table between us. "Till now we have discussed spells, subjects, and some history. Lets talk about their war."

She points at the mark between us, "This mark was used by the dark side. All the members of the side had this mark burned on their skin in their right forearm. This helped the leader to call upon all of them."

"How?" Thalia asks.

"Magic." Anastasia answers. Of course. "Any person with this mark was called a Death Eater?"

"Thanatos Eater?" Nico asks before I can.

"Yep. It seems that the leader wasn't innovative like our writer." Anastasia tells us. "Their leader was called You-know-who or One-who-must-not-be-named or as he called himself Lord Voldemort."

"Doesn't that mean something like Death?" Thalia asks. "Who name's their child that?"

"Yes. Flight of Death." Anastasia says.

"Wait you said what he called himself. Does that mean its not his actual name." Nico asks.

She gives him half smile, "You are right, his actual name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort has all those letters, he simply inter-changed them."

"Well, I got two things, one for somebody who must not be named he has many names all of which are awful and Voldy loved Scramble." I tell the others and they laugh at the last part.

"Yesterday I told you guys that Harry Potter is 'Percy Jackson' of Wizards." I grumble at her words. "I said that Percy because he was subject to Prophecy. The only difference is he has had one. It began when he was a year old and was completed few months ago."

"What was the Prophecy?" I ask

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...." She recites. "The Dark Lord, was killed when Harry was one."

"But then how did the war conclude few months ago?" Thalia asks.

"Because he came back."

"How?" I ask.

"He did that didn't he?" Nico asks when Anastasia nods Nico curses in Italian.
Before you ask, No, I don't know the language but I can guess by his expression. 

"That is why dad was so angry."

"What happened?" I questioned. I hate riddles.

"He divides his soul." Nico says.

"How?" Thalia asks.

"He made Horcruxes." Anastasia replies.

"So, Harry had to destroy all those Horcruxes to at last kill him?" I ask. She nods.

"How many?" Nico asks.

"6 + 1"

"What do you mean by six plus one?" Nico asks.

"Harry. He was an accidental Horcrux."

"Oh." Nico's mouth fell open in surprise.

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What do you think?

Anastasia and Percy, right?

War talks! So cool Nott. 

Ok! that was poor.

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